“And Jesus said to him, ‘The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.’” — Matthew 8:20 NASB
My husband and I must be doing something wrong. In 18 years of marriage, we’ve lived in 10 houses.
Well, make that two condos, two apartments and six houses of varying size and need of repair. We are about to move to our 11th, but that is a story for later.
I wanted to live in one house forever when I became an adult because my dad was often transferred, and moves became an upheaval of the heart.
But wishes don’t always come true, and to earn a living in our chosen profession of broadcasting, Hubby and I have been forced to move. A lot.
The easiest move was when we were simply grateful to get jobs anywhere to pay the bills. The hardest moves were when we felt God’s calling to go, but we didn’t want to leave friends and familiar comforts.
My friend, Miguel, has had six addresses in the past year.
He retired from the Army in July, and for a time while he was in Korea, our address was his address.
He embraces travel and change and would get bored in the same place for long.
And Jesus didn’t have a house.
So I can’t complain about moving. I know someday I will have a permanent home with an easy-to-remember address: Room in Mansion, Heaven.
Until then, Mark and I will keep moving as God leads.
The upheavals are easier than they were in third grade.
And one day, all the friends and I will have a great reunion in our permanent home. The best part – no unpacking will be necessary.
Lorri Allen is news director for KYTX CBS19.